Pardoo to Point Samson

On the way back home, I’m trying to visit places I missed on the way up. One of these was Whim Creek, where I have fond memories of camping here on my first trip to the Kimberley with Coates Tours. The girl serving at the bar had a pet kangaroo, a joey that had lost its mum. Now it’s sad to see the place all closed up and abandoned:

On the road again, I had quite a strong tail wind like yesterday's which seemed to speed me along to my destination. Very little traffic was going south, with lots of caravans going north.

On the road from Roebourne to Point Samson, I called in at Wickham for a few supplies, including a beetroot salad and a pack of luscious raspberries for a late lunch. I checked into my chalet. Above the bed was this picture by Emma. She gets everywhere:

Her painting of Sturts Desert Peas look more like monsters from another planet with staring eyes.

Sunset was at 5.20 pm, so I walked down to Honeymoon Cove just before then. Here the sun sets over land not over the sea:

There are curious striations in the rocks:


Here is some history of Point Samson. The first settlers had no water supply and relied on boats bringing them their fresh water, which was transported along the jetty in carts: